As the engine starts
I drive ahead
Burning fuel
The remains of the dead
To get to the point
Predestined and far
I need travel no further
On foot or by car
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
As the engine starts
I drive ahead
Burning fuel
The remains of the dead
To get to the point
Predestined and far
I need travel no further
On foot or by car